Framing a house is cool. BIG chunks are done daily and the changes are amazing.
This is the kitchen. Miss Carol hasn’t seen it nor the view yet.
Last weekend when the house was just a banded plywood floor on top of pilings Miss Carol slowly inched her way up the ladder and peered tortoise-like over the top and swore she saw something maybe approximating a view and was happily satisfied enough to scurry back down the ladder to safety.
I’m thinkin’ that this weekend I’ll get her to come all the way up and check it out. Maybe I’ll follow her up the ladder with my face in her butt and my arms around her thighs and when we get close to the top I’ll just push her up and over.
I’m pretty sure she’ll appreciate it.
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